Your way of knowing is a private herb garden.
Enclose it with a hedge of meditation,
and self-discipline, and helpfulness to others.
Then everything you've done before
will be brought as a sacrifice
to the mother goddess.
And each day, as you eat the herbs,
your garden grows more bare and empty.
[Taken from Naked Song, by Lalla / Translated by Coleman Barks]
Your Way Of Knowing Is A Private Herb Garden
Lalleshwari
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